le voglio tutte e ora di ricominciare a volgere verso il bisogno semplice cantatelo con me C'e nessuno? Rispondete. C-A-R-P-A-C-H-O Carpaccio (rip)
I went to her cryin', "Oh what a pity", she told me I see you chokin' on the tears you're holdin' My hands in the air, honey, so what the hell, honey?
You can't fight it, no you gotta feed it to the fire Hold your feet to the flames You got it burning, stinging for the reason After burning like a jet
Yo Anthony man, you just texted me again man Nah man no, he's trynna, he's trynna get me to do a verse on his shit Yeah same dude that used to talk all
Llora mi guitarra suena triste su cancion notas desgarradas como el eco de mi voz Promesas perdidas en la calle de la ilusion dejaste la vida tocando
[O.C.] Yeah.. all the leeches, bloodsuckers From y'all I (got to get away.. from this) I got to (get away.. from this) My man Marley got to (get away..
Překlad: La Fuga. Je po všem.
Překlad: OC. Útěk.
Překlad: Runaway Bride soundtrack. A právě to Hurts [Daryl Hall a John Oates].
la fois C?est toi que j?ai chantee Et rien ne changera. Quand tombent les empires Grands soirs, petits matins Quand on combat le pire C?est le pire qui
que j'ai eu de la chance Que la vie m'a fait une fleur De toi a moi, et d'homme a homme C'est pas de l'amour, mais c'est tout comme Ceux qui m'ont appris
C'est pas ma faute si j'ai pas fait Verdun, Bir Hakeim, la traversee du Rhin, De votre temps, la guerre Semblait hereditaire, C'est une tradition qui
cygne, C?est de la vie qui persiste et signe, et C?est de la musique (x3) A part les bruits de bottes et les idees qui marchent au pas, C?est une explosion
: I went to her cryin' Oh what a pity, she told me I see you chokin' on the tears you're holdin' My hands in the air, honey So what the hell honey? That
: You can't fight it, No you got ta feed it to the fire, Hold your feet to the flames, You got it burnin', Stinging for the reason afterburning like
: Llora mi guitarra suena triste su cancion notas desgarradas como el eco de mi voz Promesas perdidas en la calle de la ilusion dejaste la vida tocando
piece of the pie that'll keep us high So turn it up til' the speakers cry And don't quit til' you reach the sky, c'mon C'mon [repeated] And as an adult
It?s our anthem, it?s our song It?s our home away from home It?s the little crack of sunlight in our, otherwise, dark world and we listen to relate,